Chapter 1406

Qingmu stepped out step by step and came to the golden drum, but he didn't hit the drum directly, but looked back to a direction where Le Hongxuan was looking at him faintly.

"In the last war, you were the emperor of the Ninth level realm, but I was defeated in the seventh level realm. Now I have been promoted to the eighth level realm. If I lose again today, I am not as talented as others and am willing to give up the title of Childe."

Qingmu's voice was calm without waves, but it made the hearts of the crowd set off rough waves, and his eyes twinkled with an extremely shocked look. Qingmu is so confident.

Even now, his level is still lower than Le Hongxuan, but he said that if he lost again, he would be willing to give up the title of Childe. It can be seen how confident he is in his own strength. If he is lower, he can still defeat the other party.

Without absolute certainty, how could he say such words?

Looking at Qingmu, Le Hongxuan suddenly smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "you are very confident, but most of the time your confidence comes from the wrong estimation of your opponent's strength. Therefore, some words should not be too full, so as not to end hard."

"Really?" Qingmu raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

Le Hongxuan didn't say any more. At this time, any more words of refutation seemed pale and powerless. Only after the real fight can he prove whether what he said is correct.

"Brother Qing, I believe you." At this time, a bright voice came out, and the crowd looked changed. Looking at the speaker, Qin Xuan stood there quietly, looking at Qingmu.

"Qin Xuan hasn't shot yet. He once hit nine silver drums. I don't know how many gold drums can hit?" Many people secretly say.

"Sure." Qingmu nodded to Qin Xuan, then turned around and faced the golden drum. The breath around him gradually became fierce, and the space rules filled the space around him, releasing frightening fluctuations.

"Forbidden empty palm." Qingmu vomited a sound in his mouth. His palm waved in the space. In an instant, thousands of palms bloomed out, just like an illusion, dazzling people.

Every palm print contains a terrible space force. Suddenly, the space in front becomes heavy, as if imprisoned. Even the spirit of heaven and earth stops flowing, as if suppressed by a powerful force.

Zhu Tianjiao stared at the void. He saw thousands of palm prints arranged around Qingmu, which seemed real and virtual, changing thousands of times, as if they were integrated with heaven and earth. The whole space was shrouded by an imprisoning force. Once it broke out, it would release the power of destroying the sky and the earth.

"I've always heard that the eight CHILDES are good at something. Childe Qingpeng is good at the way of space. It's not a false name when I see it today!" Many people whispered that none of the eight CHILDES was weak.

A powerful spatial fluctuation diffused from Qingmu. His palm trembled continuously, and countless palm prints burst and burst at the same time. The space suddenly fell into a violent shock force, like thousands of huge waves rushing in the same direction at the same time. That force was enough to annihilate everything.

"Dong, Dong..."

The golden drum vibrated violently, and the loud sound came out continuously, as if it would not stop.

A moment later, Qingmu's breath converged, and the sharp meaning in his eyes disappeared, as if he had returned to an ordinary state.

"Another nine rings!" The hearts of the crowd were beating, and they just felt something dreamy in front of them. They even thought, are they really hitting the same drum?

Qingmu looked at Le Hongxuan and said, "this is just the beginning."

Le Hongxuan stared and didn't answer. In fact, he had nothing to say. Qingmu has achieved the ultimate. Even he can't do better.

"Speed up the rest. Don't waste any more time." The business center on one side was impatient. He was the first person to hit nine rings, but he had to wait for others here. Naturally, he would not be in a good mood.

At present, there are still three people who haven't played drums, Qin Xuan, Peng Jing and le Hongxuan.

Of course, it doesn't need to be said that Le Hongxuan should be the last to hit the drum, and he is likely to hit nine rings. As for Qin Xuan and Pengjing, it seems that it's Pengjing's turn next.

"Pengjing, aren't you ready to get out?" A contemptuous voice came out. Fengxiao put her hands around her chest and looked at Pengjing indifferently.

Before he asked Pengjing to do it, Pengjing dared to contradict him. Now he asked again with the power of nine rings. He has more confidence. Does Pengjing dare to refute?

"Hum!" Peng Jing snorted coldly and stepped forward. His body shot in the direction of the golden drum like a sharp arrow, and his breath was released to the extreme. Then a six winged purple gold ROC appeared on the sky, whose wings covered the sky. Countless divine lights shot down from the wings like arrows, with extremely fast speed, breath terror and buried everything.

Soon Peng Jing hit eight shots, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he was accumulating strength to release the ninth shot. The six winged purple golden Peng suspended in the air and grabbed at the void with his sharp claws. Unexpectedly, a long and narrow purple golden magic gun was condensed. The tip of the gun was filled with a destructive force, which seemed to penetrate everything and ignore all defenses.

"Poop poop..." a poop sound came out. The purple gold magic gun came out and hit the golden light curtain. The golden light curtain shook violently, and some cracks appeared, but there was no sign of breaking.

"No broken?" The pupils of the crowd stagnated slightly, and their eyes stared at the golden light curtain. The light curtain was not broken, which meant that the attack was not strong enough to wear the light curtain and hit the golden drum. Naturally, it could not hit the ninth ring.

Chihong also looked at Pengjing. Then he shook his head and said faintly, "Nine Rings, there's no hope."

Chihong's last shot penetrated the golden light curtain, but it was not enough to make the golden drum make the ninth sound. At the moment, Pengjing's attack could not even penetrate the light curtain. It was a delusion to make the ninth sound.

Sure enough, as Chihong expected, the power of the magic gun weakened rapidly and finally dissipated completely, while the golden light curtain still stood there, only with some cracks.

"I'm not reconciled!" Pengjing's eyes showed endless anger, and his face was distorted. How proud he was. He was never willing to fall behind others. Four people had made nine golden drums. How could he lose to others?

"The genius of the six winged purple Jinpeng family?" A banter of laughter came out, as if with a bit of irony.

The person who speaks is fengxiao.

Peng Jing glanced coldly at Feng Xiao and said coldly in his voice, "say it again?"

"What if I say it again?" Fengxiao seemed to disapprove of Pengjing's words at all and continued: "I said earlier that I would do it as soon as possible so as not to lose face behind and tarnish Tianjiao's reputation. However, you think you are very strong. How do you feel now?"

"Click!" Peng Jing's fist and hair made a harsh sound, and his violent breath seemed to be coming out.

Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help showing a wonderful look on their faces. Are the two ancient demon families Tianjiao going to war now?